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Kikuta Masao, the actual owner of a thousand-year-old temple, has a long history but poor management. It would have closed down if it wasn’t for the support of the Buddhist Association.

"This person, Kikuta, obviously owns the biggest 'Land King' in Kyoto. He works hard with social animals like us, working six days a week for more than 10 hours a day. I really don't know what he is thinking. Nanami, you know the business department Kikuta, right?"

The Nordic mixed-race man next to the animal was typing on the keyboard, as if he had been labeled seriously, "I know."

The social animal got a response, and continued in a sour tone: "What is the name of his temple?"

"Matou Hall."

Temples, shrines, shrines, halls... are all suffixes of temple names.

"That's the one, Matou Hall. It seems that it enshrines a god that is only recorded in its own house. It must be a wild god." The animal said, "It's also because it enshrines an unknown wild god, so no tourists go there, and that Matou There is no legend about the god enshrined in the hall, and Kikuta Masao didn't know anything about it. He didn't intend to inherit the temple, but suddenly he missed work for five days without asking for leave. The manager thought he committed suicide by going to the sea of ​​trees. The public relations department was in a mess. Later, Kikuta Masao came back by himself, and the higher-ups wanted to fire him, but Kikuta's appearance was too frightening, his cheeks sunken more than yours—"

Seeing Jianren Qihai look over, the social animal smiled awkwardly, "Ju Tian may have met that."

curse.

That's what Qihai Jianren thought.

"—A female ghost who sucks people's energy!" Shehuo lowered her voice and said excitedly, "Masao Kikuta was originally the main candidate for the karate club, and he entered the national competition in college, and he lost weight like that in just a few days, tsk tsk, Kikuta is here!"

Sheshu shut her mouth, Qihai Jianren stopped working, and leaned back. The topic person in the colleague's mouth, who owns the king of Tokyo Metropolitan Land, is rounded up to be equal to a large landlord with the area of ​​Kiyomizu Temple. 5000 billion yen!"

Jianren Qihai accidentally punched a hole in the keyboard.

"Ahh!! Nanami, your computer is smoking!"

"fine."

Just as Jianren Nanami was about to get up to get the fire extinguisher, Masao Kikuta walked quickly with the fire extinguisher to put out the flames that were flying up.

"Are you all right?" The thin former karate black belt, dressed in an empty cheap suit, smiled weakly and tiredly at Kento Nanami.

Although he is weak, Kikuta Masao does have magic power!

Ordinary people who don't realize the existence of magic power?

Nanami frowned, he stood up and thanked the other party.

"You're welcome, we are all colleagues in the same company." Kikuta Masao said, holding the table and coughing.

"Blood! You're coughing up blood, Jutian!"

Masao Kikuta wiped his lips, "It's okay, I'll get used to coughing and coughing."

"Oh, good..." The social animals watched Masao Kikuta's thin back going away, and sighed in their hearts that 5000 billion yen was not so easy to get.

"what!"

The social animals around him screamed again, "5000 billion yen is just the price of land, not an ancient building with inestimable value!"

Even if their bodies are suffering from illnesses, they would be willing to exchange lives with Ju Tian.

In this regard, the shadow rich man, who only has a salary of 300 million yen a year in addition to real estate, not only has to support himself and two cats, but also repairs and maintains a huge temple complex, and pays various property fees. Masao Kikuta, whose real name is Jing Zai Invincible Liu Dameng 1 said that the world really stepped on him.

Invincible flow is too difficult, the author thinks so.Mirror Cub has no expression on his face. In order for the plot to continue, he deliberately made it more difficult.

Why did he plan to return to Japan, but returned to a world without Gilgamesh?

He is so difficult.

"Jutian, do you want to have a drink together after get off work?" She asked.

"Next time, I'm too tired."

Seeing that Jutian's eye circles are darker than everyone else's, it was the first time that Shehu thought it was not an excuse.

"Will Kikuta faint somewhere?"

Qihai Jianren did not respond.

He will never work overtime, he is no longer a magician.

However, Kikuta, who was getting weaker day by day, finally couldn't hold on and fainted in the company lobby.

"Kukita! Kikuta! You don't have to fight like this." The boss grabbed Kikuta Masao's hand, tears were about to flow down.

The boss of the company also nodded at the side. Really, the scale of their entire company is less than one percent of Jutian's worth, so there is no need to fight like this.

"Please don't stop me. Apart from work, I have no worldly desires for anything in this world." The bloodless Kikuta Masao knelt on the hospital bed and begged his boss and the reporters outside the door.

What responded to him was the click of the shutter.

too weird.

People don't sit on a golden mountain and still love their work so much that they don't hesitate to sacrifice their health for their work.

However, medicine cannot diagnose what happened to Kikuta Masao.

Jianren Qihai stood in a corner of the ward, watching Masao Kikuta with strange black glasses, who was aggravated by the blackness.

It is a curse spirit, probably only at level three or four. Pulling out is no different from crushing ants to death, but it can slowly kill ordinary people.

Exorcism is the job of a conjurer, and he is no longer a conjurer.

It would be better to contact the conjurer.

There must be no conjurer who would refuse to meet a rich man.

Jianren Qihai opened the address book, but did not dial any number.

Late night

The Eastern European mixed-race white-collar workers who hid their weapons in the back of their suits took advantage of the night to sneak into the mansions of innocent citizens.

"This resentment—"

Jianren Qihai looked at the building of the castle tower in shock. The dark blue spell enchantment and invisible resentment, at least the sense of oppression that only a few special grades have, Jianren Qihai took a step back, and the resentment disappeared in just one step.

"The scope can be determined, and it is still in incubation."

Do you want to go in?

He might not be able to deal with the curse spirit born from this level of resentment, but when the support came, the curse spirit might have hatched and caused casualties.

Has Kikuta Masao lived in this kind of place for so long?

Jianren Qihai dialed Wujou's number, "Address... There is something terrible here, and it's about to come out."

Now, only Gojo Satoru can be trusted.

Jianren Qihai waited with bated breath, praying that the hatching of the curse embryo would be slower.

Damn it, if he had come to check on Kikuta Masao's spell power for the first time, the situation would not have been so serious.

Fortunately, Wujo Satoru came before the curse embryo hatched.

"Oh! It's really a huge resentment, it's a collection of resentments, let's go, Xiao Qihai."